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Conway The Machine

Helicopter Homicide

 

Helicopter Homicide


(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

That bitch you call your wife was my first hoe
I use to dress her on the blade in my fur coat
Now you kiss her on the mouth, she used to sniff coke
I had her on the same strip where they sell dope
No shame in it, posting ass of my cell phone
The homies looking at you like a yeedo or a come up
Something in the set that they could feed on
I did my thing up in these streets and that on P-funk
Spraying paint up on these breakers, blood drip I get my bleed on
Pouring fours of the Wock, I get my lean on
Shit ain't been the same since G Wee gone
Couple more Fed' years, face will be full of those tattoo tears
When you come home we're gonna whip you in jet Lears
Where I bodied in the set, had to burn this bitch down
Hoe was greener than the Grinch, had to turn this bitch out

Yeah look
These niggas rap real good, but never seen paper
We major nigga, the M's about to be a teenager
Conway Machine, and Harry fraud
Beat cremator, from where young niggas push Trackhawks, like they Speed Racer
Convertor switch on Glockianna with the green laser
They tough on Internet, but pussy when they see you later
A splash of pineapple juice my Casa Mi' chaser
Bitches see me skip to my Lou, like they seen Rafer
Why these niggas always need favors?
Trying to own a bunch of land dawg, I need acres
Do this shit independently, I don't need majors
Making the lion's share of the bag owning the art when I'm the creator
The difference with us is y'all givers, and we takers
Roll up a Russian cream and let the weed take us
Told niggas I'm gonna touch hundred M's
Them niggas sneezed at the thought, but they gonna see later

Uh no problem, you need somebody to blame?
Just say my name, and I will appear
Just hit my promoter, you could book me for any arraignment
Book me for your crime scene, book me for your shooting
I'll be there, oh I'll be there yes!
It's me JuJu, Mr. three for twenty five
Akademiks jeans
I jump out Burners in both hands, and I'm shooting and spinning
Helicopter homicide, if I go we all go
Gasoline bath the block
Flacco, light it!

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